Striker X Chaz Novels & Stories

X, despite his usual control and precision, was caught off guard by the ferocity and raw power of the skinwalker. The skinwalker’s fist came down with the force of a wrecking ball, hitting X square in the chest. The sound of bone crunching echoed in the air, but Mr. X gritted his teeth and didn’t let up. He threw a brutal right hook, his fist connecting with the skinwalker’s jaw. The force of the blow caused the creature to stagger back, but only for a second. It was a brief moment, a sliver of time before the skinwalker retaliated, launching himself back at X with terrifying speed.

He's spoken with many people but not this Xenia. She chuckled. "Boy, don't be scared." she patted his shoulder. "I-I'm not," "You spoke to me one time but not face to face." "Er?" he looked bewildered now. He'd never chatted with her on the phone. He didn't even have her number! What was she playing at? "Username Weston101, member of Tihatz squad, their main jungler and proficient in using assassins. Your main is Gusion. Second liked assassin is Ling. Am I correct, Weston?" Xenia beamed creepily at him while he jolted.

I growl. “Dude, sorry but she’s hot, she’s smart, and she’s loving. She’s the total package.” “And you’re going to be unconscious if you don’t stop talking about my mother like she’s a conquest,” I say, glaring at him. “Seriously, dude, Hellfire is the one with no filter. Don’t make Striker show you how he got his name,” Zach says, shaking his head at Chase. “I’m not wrong,” Chase insists. “But you keep that shit to yourself, especially in front of her son, you moron!” Landon says, smacking his upside the head.

I saw a tall figure with broad shoulders, wearing a white button-up, black dress pants, and black shoes. I knew that back too well. I could distinguish that man anywhere in a crowded room, even in the dark—Elijah Sterling, my brother Xander, and Xavier's best friend. He punched Bryant on his jaw, making Bryant fall almost three damn meters away, crashing into his friends. "What the fuck!" Bryant got up, startled and angry about who had dared to punch him. I looked at Eli in shock. His dark black hair was combed back perfectly. I could tell he had just gotten a haircut, giving the bottom half of his hair a nice, clean look. He had that cut, like the one Brad Pitt flaunted in the movie Fury—sl

as he fvcking called us. This fvcker. Argh ! Why won’t he help me ? “By the looks of it, yeah !!” Chester answered Zane without losing eye contact with us. Those sexy eyes. Grrrrr. “Go and strike a peace deal between them,” Zane commanded while slapping Chester’s heavily muscular arm. Chester rolled his eyes and replied, “Hell no !! Why would I miss the fvcking chance of watching their juicy, peachy asses go for each other !!!” he exclaimed.

He thought. Xander's eyes darted around the crowd, his eyes going wide, spotting a particular chocolate-haired brunette. His gaze flickered, and the anger and rage he had been keeping in exploded. He stormed through the crowd, not giving a fuck about anyone. "What are you doing here, jerk?!" He barked at Skyler, throwing a punch at him. Skyler's teeth gritted; he was here to pay his last respects but didn't expect to get into a fight.

Then, with explosive speed, he charges, aiming to overpower her and end the fight quickly. But Zahra? She moves like lightning. In a blur, she dodges to the side, avoiding his charge with ease, and lands a brutal kick to his knee as he passes her. Jaxx stumbles, letting out a grunt of pain. That’s rare for him, a chink in the armour. He spins, his expression dark with anger, and launches into an onslaught of punches, each one aimed to take her down hard.

I see a pretty nasty bruise on his left rib cage and a few other ones in random spots on his torso. “Alright boys, no serious injuries. Got it?” We both nod and Striker takes a stance with his left foot back. Either he’s a lefty or he’s protecting his sore ribs. I match his stance. I can fight both ways just fine. I wait for him to throw the first punch. I’m patient.

There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor. Even from this distance, I see his piercing green eyes flashing at me. My throat runs dry, despite myself. He looks like a Greek god. He smirked at me when he saw me staring at him and turned away to do some pull-ups. Xander Black POV: I usually come to the gym now and then to burn off some anger, but sometimes now and then Ms. bitch ass would be here. I was doing some deadlifts while hearing a playlist but currently playing was "16 Shots" by Stefflon Don it was my favorite song in the playlist called "Tequila Sunrise" it's my all-time go. But when I turned my

She was a stripper after all, her big eyes were perfectly accented by high cheekbones, and her plump, pouty lips were begging to be kissed. He wasn’t blind; he could appreciate beauty in all forms. But he hadn’t been this attracted to another person since Piper and that scared the hell out of him. Realizing that no words had passed between them and it had been a least sixty seconds since she entered, Chaz finally cleared his throat and attempted to cut the tension. “Good to see you again,” he said in his most professional tone, the one that didn’t reveal how turned on he was. “What brings you in today?”